This is a very ugly sentence.

But, the truth shouldn't be very ugly, it has been like this since ancient times. For example, the most classic genius is 99% sweat and 1% talent.

This is a nice word!

But there is another sentence after this sentence: one percent talent is more important than ninety-nine percent sweat.

Look.

It sounds bad, but that's the truth...

“Agatha.”

"Locate Saul!"

"yes."

The screen rotates, and in an instant, the picture changes from Miaoernier's perspective to a small town public hospital not far from the landing of the hammer.

Separate ward.

single bed.

The person tied to the bed.

Mikaela looked at the picture on the screen, raised her eyebrows and seemed to think of something, and looked at Lake.

Lake said without even looking at it: "Don't talk, he's different from me."

Mikaela smiled: "What are you doing? I haven't spoken yet."

Lake threw his eyes on Mikaela: "I know what you want to say."

Mikaela shook her head with a smile on her face: "I don't quite understand. I just want to say that the shape of this god is indeed very similar to that of the ancient Nordics."

Lake laughed: "Milla, are you sure this is what you are thinking?"

"certainly."

Mikaela pointed to the scene where the hands and feet were bound on the single bed, and Thor smiled and said, "Otherwise, I remember you said that I had forgotten the scene when you wanted me to forget the first time you were lying on my bed."

Lake sighed.

Forgot?

Then what are you talking about now?

Mikaela looked at Lake's expression and curved the corners of her mouth, then looked at Thor who was tied to the hospital bed and pointed her chin and said, "If he changed his medical uniform to ancient Viking equipment, it would be really similar."

Lake came back to his senses and laughed.

It shouldn't be Thor who looks very much like the Vikings, but the Vikings who look very much like the Thor.

after all……

First Odin fought against the frost giant Laufi on Earth, and then later, the surviving Vikings began to imitate the dress and shapes of the Asgardians...

Guess, if the victorious party was not Odin but Laufei, who would those survivors imitate...

After a while.

Mikaela looked at Thor tied to the hospital bed in the picture, then looked at Lake, who was sitting opposite him, pursing a cup, and said, "I can see that you don't like him."

Lake said expressionlessly: "Of course, I have already made it clear."

Mikaela lit her chin and shook her head, "No, no, there should be some private reasons for your dislike, I can't see it."

Lake looked up and said, "I don't know you are proficient in micro-expressions."

Mikara shrugged, "I am nineteen years old and don't have to work hard for money. I live a worry-free life. There are also babies of gods in my belly. I have time and like to read books. What you said yourself is good at reading more books, even for God."

Lake tugged at the corner of his mouth: "I've said too much, and the only thing you remember is this?"

Mikara held her chin with her eyes flashed: "I chose to listen. You also said, "As gods, it's all based on likes and dislikes. I like this sentence, so I heard this sentence."

Lake was stunned.

Mikaela stood up, walked to Lake with a smile, and gave a fragrant kiss: "Oh, my God, if there is a mirror now, you should really look at the expression on your face. Have you been shocked by me?"

Said.

Mikaela waved at Roshman and said, "Roshman, hurry up, there should be no traffic jam on the road now."

Roshman stood up and said, "Here you come."

quite a while!

After making the phone call, he told Colson that what he was looking for was a god who was demoted to the earth and prepared to play a house game. He walked back to the living room and looked at Lake, who was alone holding his chin and leaning into deep thought, "Milla and Roshman."

“I’ve gone shopping.”

“…”

Natasha was slightly stunned when she listened to Lake's answer. After sitting back in her position, she looked at Lake's numb expression: "Are you okay."

"certainly."

Lake said mechanically with his eyes empty: "I am a god."

Natasha said silently: "You don't look like you are saying it's great."

Lake didn't speak.

a long time.

"Why--"

Lake sighed deeply. Logically speaking, Mikaela learned divine thinking and he should be happy.

but……

Why do I feel like I'm being teased?

Lake thought in his mind, "Isn't it just teasing me?" If outsiders dare to tease him, they usually beat him to death and make a fuss. His own woman teases him. Haha, it's better to get back the venue when sleeping, it's no big deal."

Think about it!

Lake regrouped and looked at Natasha and said, "Have you finished the phone?"

Natasha nodded: "I can almost see Phil answering the phone. After I said that this was a god who had lost his divine power when I ran here to play the house, Phil was obviously relieved and asked me to guarantee to him that this god would definitely not be as tall as the two gods in Kabul."

Lake laughed.

Natasha was slightly dismissed: "He will become bigger, too?"

Lake shrugged: "No, no, he won't."

Natasha's expression changed and she covered her forehead and said, "...Oh, no, don't tell me, will things happen in Kabul be here?"

Lake looked up at Thor who was struggling in the picture, took a sip of Bourbon in his cup and said lightly: "I said before that this is a housework. By the way, did I tell you that this Thor has a younger brother."

Natasha shook her head.

Lake pursed his lips: "Now I said that he has a younger brother, God of Lies, Loki, and Loki is adopted."

Natasha grew up her mouth: “…”

Old King.

Demote the prince below.

There is a younger brother.

The kind adopted.

All right.

Natasha instantly understood that she had acted in Hollywood movies and Broadway stage plays.

The old king was old, the eldest prince went out, and then the second prince (the ministers) seized power...

Of course, in Hollywood or Broadway movies or stage plays about this plot, the final finale will definitely be a happy ending.

Here?

and……

Natasha came back to her senses and looked at Lake who seemed to be ready to get up: "So, this is the so-called script, treating our earth as a paradise to temper his son?"

Lake laughed and said, "Do you think it's cruel?"

Natasha nodded.

She killed people, and killed many people, but she killed people face to face, not like this, like this, like this...

Natasha felt a little awkward and couldn't think of any adjectives.

Lake said: "Doesn't it feel so uncomfortable that they don't care about humans at all?"

Natasha looked up at Lake.

Lake stood up and walked towards the stairs: "Your idea is right. Gods look at humans, just like you look at ants!"

Paused.

Lake, who was standing on the stairs, turned his head and looked at Natasha who was sitting there, and smiled brightly: "So, I'm here to save you."
Chapter completed!